I yike this cheese

Wyatt has been feeding me "nothing". He reaches in his pocket and pulls out his empty hand, then puts it up to my mouth. I pretend to eat it.

Sometimes he asks me "What it taste yike?" and I'll say "Strawberries! MMMM!" or something. Sometimes, he tells me what it is.. "It strawberry cake! You yike it?" (or "It good?") and sometimes, he says its Starbursts, because he knows I don't like Starbursts, and he wants to see me pretend to spit it out. LOL.

It's really cute!

He fell out of his bed night before last. I asked him what happened and he said "I roll over and CLUNK." I cracked up!

I've still been moving. We were at our old house cleaning, so I stopped by Taco Bell for food. He ended up REALLY liking nachos. We ran out of chips, so he picked up the little bowl of cheese and started scooping it out with his finger. He looks up at me, his face covered in orange cheese, and says "I yike this cheese."

Really? Couldn't tell.

This morning at the gym, I went back in the kid's club room after working out. Wyatt was surrounded by those big Lego-like blocks. I asked "What did you build?"

"A sign."

"What did it say?"

"Closed."

LOL

Sometimes I just wish I could follow him around with a recorder. He says such funny things all the time and I never remember them to blog them.

Crystal

The blue car wash

He was saying he wanted to do something this morning (don't remember what) and I said no. He looks at me with this intense stare and says "Are you arguing with me, Mommy?"

I cracked up!

He is also being cute, saying things like "I a skunk" and making a spraying motion with his hand while making the noise.

He is making a gun out of his hand and saying "Shoot! Shoot! I shoot that cactus, Mommy!"

When he gets frustrated, he says "I hit you Mommy!" and I say "Do you want me to hit you too?" He says "No." and I say "Then don't hit me. It hurts." Sometimes, he'll run up and hug me then and say cute things like "I no hurt you mama."

He's been calling me "Mommy-O." ???? LOL.

He is OBSESSED with car washes. I don't get it and have never seen another child just obsessed with something to this degree. Here's what it is like driving down the road with him:

"That station have a car wash?"
"No, that's a QT. They don't have car washes."
"No, it does. It does."
"It doesn't have a car wash."
"Oh. That station have a car wash?"
"You know it does, Wyatt. We have used that car wash before."
"It open?"
"Yes, it's open."
"It red?"
"Yes, I think that one is red."
"Where the nice car wash?" (the "nice" one is the one where you get out of the car and watch it go through - he doesn't like being IN the car wash)
"It's at 51st and Bell."
"Oh.... It open?"
"No, it closes at 6."
"Inside open?"
"The store?"
"Yeh. Yes."
"Yes, the store is open."
"Where blue car wash?"
"The one at the Chevron?"
"Yes. It open?"
"Yes, it is open until 8."
"Oh. I wan go in it."
"You want to go in the car wash?"
"Yes."
"Ok, let's go."
"NO!! No car wash! Car go in car wash. Not us. Not us."
"Ok."
"There a car wash that way?"
"Yes, there's car washes everywhere."
"It have brushes?"
"Some of them have brushes."

This is the conversation the ENTIRE time we are in the car. I am tired just typing it. LOL.

Then when we get home, he wants to watch car wash videos. On YouTube, they have videos of car washes. I don't know why. I don't mean funny videos (although they have those too). I mean, just 9 minutes of a car being washed at a car wash. Wyatt will sit still watching them for an hour. Then will cry when I tell him that's enough.

At my mom's, they do Google Image searches for car washes and he looks at pictures of car washes.

Last night, he called "Mommy! Mommy!" from his bed. I ran in there and he said "The blue car wash." I asked if he had a dream about a car wash and he said yes. Then he fell back asleep and was doing those adorable sleep smiles, and one giggle. I guess it was a good car wash dream. ???

I try keeping him focused on basketball, toys, even tv. And he'll do other things. But he is currently VERY out-of-balance toward car washes. I don't get it.

Crystal

Ready or not...

ONE
TWO
FREE
FIVE
SIX
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
LEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
LEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
LEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
LEVEN
(and eight, nine, ten, leven... over and over til I yell "OK come find me!!!")

LOL

Crystal

SUPERMAN! FIRECRACKER!

First some cute Wyatt things I want to remember.

The other day, he threw the blanket over his head and shouted "Where's ME?"

We've been playing hide and seek. Well, I hide and he seeks. He goes over to the couch and counts:

"One! Two! Three! Five! Six! Eight! Nine! Ten! Leven! Five! Six! Nine! Ten! Leven!"

Then..

"Re-ee or not, heh I come!"

It is precious. I took some video of it.

Whenever we go to a mall, he asks if they have an alligator. It took me a bit to realize he meant ELEVATOR.

Along the same line, whenever he is pointing out the tires of a car, he'll say "Tigers!"

He has this thing where he'll yell "SUPERMAN!" then "FIRECRACKER!" I have NO IDEA what it means or what those two things have to do with each other. But even if I say "Superman", he'll say "firecracker!". He has no idea who Superman is, by the way. ????

He has this love/hate relationship with the car wash. He's obsessed with asking about them... where one is, if we can see it, etc. But does NOT want to go in there! We ate at Denny's last week and it was next to a car wash, so we walked over there and peered in. It was off, so I ran in there and Wyatt flipped. "NO, MAMA! NO!!!! COME HERE! COME HERE!!!" I said "Look, it's ok. Nothing bad is happening to me." but he wouldn't go for it.

He even had a bad dream the other day about the car wash and woke up crying "Car wash! Car wash!" and I had to comfort him back to sleep.

He is still obsessed with bodily functions too. I picked him up to put him in his crib the other night. I always scoop him up and say "Scoop a Wyatt!" and he answers "Scoop mama" with that sweet little sleepy smile. The other day he added "I poop on you Mama." LOL.

This morning he was lying on his front with his butt up in the air. He tooted and it was one of those hollow air ones that just sounded like a whoosh. He cracked up laughing and yelled "I want to do that again!!!" and kept straining trying to toot. LOL.

Crystal

Gooble

He likes Yo Gabba Gabba, but for some strange reason, likes Gooble.

Gooble is not a main character. He's this white ghost-dildo-looking thing that just walks around crying all the time.

He kept asking why Gooble was crying and DH said "He broke his toe."

So now every time Gooble comes on, Wyatt asks me "He break his toe?"

And when Gooble isn't on...

"Gooble is?"
"He is at his home right now."
"Gooble is?"
"He's not on right now."
"Gooble is?"
Etc.

He always asks where things are that way...

"Grandma is?"
"My cup is?"
"Blankie is?"

Is it wrong to be conflicted between wanting him to talk correctly and wanting to hold on to all his cute little Wyatt-isms for as long as possible?

Crystal

Jsuh-jsuh towels

A long time ago at a restaurant, Wyatt discovered automatic paper towels in the restroom.

He loved them, and made 20 or so towels pop out, giggling all the time.

When talking about it later, we would make the noise of the dispenser, which is kinda a mechanical sounding "jshuh-jshuh". The first part of the sound is kinda a cross between a soft sh and a j or soft g sound.

Eventually, he would ask if a place has "jshuh-jsuh towels", so we'd always have to go find out.

Now, the term has expanded to anything automatic.

Restrooms can have jshuh-jshuh towels, jshuh-jshuh potties, jshuh-jshuh soap.

Stores have jshuh-jshuh doors if they are the automatically opening ones.

We've seen jshuh-jshuh trash cans.

Now I see Lysol or someone just came out with an automatic soap dispenser for the home. I can't WAIT to get one!!! Wyatt will be so excited to have his own jshuh-jshuh soap!!!

Crystal

HAYRIDE! A story of barf and the kindness of strangers

Saturday, Wyatt was talking about the state fair and the "bumpy Jeeps" ride he loved so much. He said he wanted to go to the fair. I said "Well, the fair isn't open right now, but let's go to the computer and see what is happening right now."

I found "Agriculture Day" at a local park. There were to be booths and activities, a petting zoo, and a hayride. All this can be yours for 3 cans of soup.

So I told him and he was excited.

We got to the park and couldn't find the area it was being held in. The place was HUGE. So we walked and walked and walked. Finally got directions and were heading over. Wyatt started having a coughing fit. Then he said "Mama!" in the saddest voice and reached up to have me pick him up. I started picking him up and...

RALLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPHHHHH!

He threw up. All over me. All over him. All over the sidewalk. It was horrible.

I had left the diaper bag in the car, not knowing how far we were going to be walking to get to this Agriculture Day bonanza. Another mom ran over with her wipes box open and let me take about 20 wipes to get Wyatt and me to the point where we didn't have upchuck hanging from our clothes. I thanked her profusely.

Then I told Wyatt "Ok buddy. We are going to have to go back home and change clothes."

A look of sheer despair came across his face.

"NO! NO!", he started crying. "Hayride. Hayride."

His heart was breaking, and what kind of mom would let that happen?

"Ok, ok... we'll go on the hayride. C'mon. People will just have to deal with the smell of vomit on the hayride, but they'll live."

We got to the entrance of Agriculture Day, and I deposited my cans in the donation box. Wyatt started asking for water. Well, of course he did. He just threw up.

And of course... I had left our water in the car, thinking we'd only be here 30-40 minutes. An hour max. We'd live without water.

We wandered around looking for a water fountain. There were none to be found. There was a booth offering water. For a dollar. And you guessed it... I left my money in the car.

What can I say? I like to travel light.

We found the area for the hayride and Wyatt kept asking for water. I felt horrible and had nothing to offer him. I told him we'd go back to the car and get our water after the hayride.

A man next to us in line gave me a look. I don't know if it was due to the stench of vomit emanating from our clothing or the fact that my son was asking for water and I had none, but I felt compelled to tell him the whole story.

We continued to wait and finally got on the hayride. We sat down and the man I was talking to came over to us and... handed us a bottle of water. He had gone back to the booth selling water and bought one for us. I almost cried. That was so nice and so unexpected and so relieving. I thanked him profusely, feeling like a loser mom but happy that my son had water. I opened the water and Wyatt guzzled it.

Then the hayride started. It was ok for me. Nothing exciting. But Wyatt loved it and wanted to do it again. And that is what it is all about.



Then we went home and changed clothes.

The end.

Crystal